Royal Gold Magistrate

Lai Gou'er saw that his expression was different, picked up the object in his hand and said, "Brother, have you seen this?"

Fang Zheng remained silent, quickly snatched the object from Lai Gou'er's hand, put it on his nose and smelled it.

Although the pipe looked different from the regular pipes he knew, it was definitely a fucking pipe!

There is a smell of smoke on it, and there is still shredded tobacco in it!

Fangzheng said with a serious expression, "Where did you get this thing?"

Lai Gou'er said: "This is called Tamba wild rice. I saw some Nanyang people smoking in Honglu Temple. At first I thought it smelled bad, but after I tried it twice, it seemed interesting, but it burned everywhere. They all smell bad, so you have to avoid people..."

"Brother, this is a good thing. After smoking it, it can make people feel ecstatic! Refreshing!"

Fang Zheng pulled his face away and said nothing, Lai Gou'er was a little uneasy and said, "Brother, is there any problem?"

"You're so ecstatic, that's because you're addicted to poison! I've seen this thing before. It's so poisonous that your lungs will turn black after you smoke it!" Fangzheng said in a deep voice, "At first you felt good, but then you left. Stop using it, it will make you more and more addicted, the more you smoke, the more damage you will do to your body, maybe it will make you unable to have children, and the worst case may be death!"

Lai Gou'er jumped up and said frightenedly: "Really? I thought it was a good thing. Those fucking Nanyang people are really nothing..."

Fangzheng shook his head: "Nanyang people may not know the toxicity of this thing. But you don't have to be afraid. Fortunately, you haven't smoked it for a long time, and you can keep it back. I will confiscate this. When you have time, go Honglu Temple bought me all the goods from Nanyang people, and absolutely cannot let them appear on the Dajing Market."

Cigarettes are a magic weapon for tax collection. Later generations often hear people say that the tax revenue of this thing feeds so much and promotes the economy.

But the account is not calculated in this way. If the money for buying cigarettes flows into the normal consumer market, it will definitely greatly promote the society and create higher value.

On the other hand, the waste caused by medical treatment is immeasurable. This is an extremely complicated account, and it is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface.

But all in all, it is inevitable that the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.

Now that it has appeared, we should have prepared early to publicize its harm to the public in newspapers to reduce future losses...

Fangzheng lowered his head to think, Lai Gou'er was still in shock, took out the wild rice in his arms and handed it to Fangzheng: "I'm really fine, big brother. It's not like I can't have a baby, right?"

As soon as Fangzheng took it, "No, but you can't touch it in the future, you can go back and help the priest and the others order food."

Lai Gouer nodded with lingering fear, and just turned around, Fangzheng stopped him, and said sternly: "By the way, give me your fire pocket too, and you must never touch it in the future, let me know that your leg will be broken, you know?" ?”

"I can touch this thing even if I'm dead, don't worry big brother." Lai Gou'er said and handed the fire folder to Fang Zhengyi.

Fangzheng said seriously: "Just remember, I'll go to the hut to destroy the bad grass first, and I'll be back later..."

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In a deserted alley, a furtive figure looked around.

After making sure that no one came, the wretched figure took out his pipe, wiped it vigorously, and then took out the fire bag tremblingly and blew a couple of puffs.

Fang Zhengyi's gaze was full of excitement, and he watched the sparks in front of him gradually ignite.

At this sacred and solemn moment, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Whoo~"

The smoke spewed out, and then sucked back again.

"Cough! Cough! Cough! Grass!"

After several times of grim-faced coughing, Fang Zhengyi suppressed the strong acrid discomfort in his chest and took another sip.

"Hiss~hoo~~"

A groan sounded, Fang Zhengyi swayed twice, leaning against the wall, dizziness still remained in his mind, but a sweet smile appeared on his face.

Shit, this is it!

After revisiting the memories of his previous life, Fang Zhengyi glanced at the pipe regretfully.

This ghost thing is not good at all, and the lungs are still tender. Taking this bite today is a memory of the past, and I will bid farewell from now on!

After making up his mind, Fang Zheng picked up his pipe and turned back to the restaurant.

.....

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, there was a faint quarrel coming from inside.

Fang Zheng frowned slightly.

With such a large group of foreigners, something unexpected happened after all.

When he stepped into the door, he saw that Father Soljay seemed to be arguing with the shopkeeper of the restaurant with an indignant expression on his face, and hurriedly sprayed people in his native language.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant listened to his chatter, with question marks all over his head...

Lai Gou'er and Rufa fought side by side.

A group of foreigners stood up one after another, and stood behind Father Soljay with eyes on them.

Fangzheng coughed lightly, and the quarrel stopped immediately.

Father Solger looked sideways, and immediately complained: "Master Fang, this man looks down on me and spits in the food..."

As he spoke, he held up the dinner plate and brought it to Fangzheng's eyes.

Fangzheng looked down, and there was a big mouthful of foam in a side dish of braised meat.

Dang Cheng's face sank, and he looked at Rufa: "What's going on? Can't handle such a small thing?"

Lufa hurried forward, grabbed Fang Zhengyi with one hand, and the shopkeeper of the restaurant with the other, and walked towards the back kitchen.

When he arrived at the back kitchen, Lufa smiled wryly and said: "Master, there is indeed something wrong. The priest chatted with me just now. The foreigner spoke bluntly, saying that the food in our Dajing was unpalatable. If you want to vomit like a dog, you vomit into the soup, don't use your brain at all, fuck it!"

The shopkeeper of the restaurant panicked and said: "Master, this, this... I didn't know it was your guest, but the guy below is not in charge, so I will resign him immediately. I have invited all these people today!"

Fangzheng raised his hand with a gloomy face and said, "Forget it, I've already offended him after vomiting, why should I resign from him? There are so many foreigners here in my Taoyuan County, so it can be regarded as an international metropolis after all. Can the level of service industry be improved?" Come up, the fuck knows how to watch people order dishes!"

"He is a foreigner who eats swill and has never seen it in the market. Why are you so anxious? With such a virtue, you still want to do a shitty business? Pay attention to me in the future."

The shopkeeper of the restaurant nodded Lian Lian, with a flattering smile on his face: "Then...then, master, what should we do about this matter?"

Fangzheng touched his forehead.

What to do, they have to be convinced to work part-time. They will be discriminated against as soon as they come, and it will be bad if they leave for free labor later.

"In this way, for the dish just now, beat some foam with egg whites and put it on top..."

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